River stood at the edge of the reception, the low hum of music and laughter swirling around him, but his attention was fixated on the sight before him—Riley, his new bride, twirling Lucas in her arms. His six-year-old son’s face was lit up with pure joy, giggling as Riley danced with him, her smile as radiant as ever.His chest tightened at the sight. It was a strange feeling, one he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in so long—happiness mixed with a deep ache he couldn’t quite name.The way Riley fit so easily into this life, into his son’s world, was both comforting and terrifying. He wasn’t used to letting people in, not since Ellie.Before he could lose himself in the thought, River felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Alexander,” River greeted, his voice a low rumble, eyes still fixed on Riley and Lucas.Alexander stood beside him, his gaze following River’s to the dance floor. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the only s
They stared at each other for a moment. "You don't?" she asked quietly."No," River said, shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the couch near the bed."So, are we going to...um..." she stammered.She groaned inwardly. Why did she feel so tongue-tied in front of him? He was her husband now, for Christ's sake!"What are you trying to ask, Riley? Just spit it out," River asked, loosening his tie."It's our wedding night," she said softly, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress."Yes, it is," he said as he threw the tie at the chair."So I wanted to know if you are planning to...if we are going to...um...""Make love?" he asked. The corner of his mouth twitched up.Riley's cheeks flushed as River's words hung in the air. She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, the tension between them growing."Yes," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "That.""Hmm...what do you think we should do, Riley?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling.His question caught her off gua
River’s lips were warm and lingering against hers as he pulled back slightly, his eyes full of mischief and affection. He traced a gentle finger down her cheek, his touch both tender and possessive.“You still with me, Riley?” he asked teasingly, a playful glint in his eyes.Riley nodded, her breath still coming in soft, uneven gasps. “Yes. I’m here.”River smiled. “Good.”He shifted his position, positioning himself above her with a protective yet possessive air.He gave her a heated look, then positioned himself between her legs. With a deliberate and loving touch, he entered her, his movements slow and measured.Riley gasped at the sensation, her body arching to meet him. The fullness of him inside her was overwhelming yet deeply satisfying. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to catch her breath.River’s rhythm was steady and deliberate, his every thrust designed to draw out her pleasure. He watched her with hunger, his expression changing with each
“Aunty Val, when will Daddy and Riley come back?” Lucas asked and looked at Valerie innocently. Valerie looked down and smiled. “Soon.” “Why did they leave?” he asked. “Well, they just got married and newlywed couples are supposed to go on honeymoons,” Valerie said. Lucas looked deep in thought for a moment. “So…” he paused. Valerie looked at him questioningly. “What is it, Bud?” “If daddy married Riley, does that mean she is my new mommy?” Lucas asked.Valerie’s heart skipped a beat at Lucas’s innocent question. She crouched down to be at his eye level, her smile soft but thoughtful.“Well, Lucas,” she began, choosing her words carefully, “Riley loves your dad very much, and they just got married, which makes her a big part of your family now.”Lucas tilted his head, still trying to understand. “But does that mean she’s my new mommy?”Valerie reached out and gently ruffled his hair. “Riley cares about you a lot, Lucas. She wants to be there for you, just like your dad. But no one ca
Valerie couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. “I came to get my sketchbook, but I think I just discovered your little secret hobby,” she teased, walking closer to him.Antonio cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not what it looks like…”Valerie raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “Really? Because it looks like you’re knitting a scarf.”Her eyes suddenly turned wide. “Hold on…does this mean what I think it means?” she gasped.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bella,” he said.“All those times you gave me stuff as presents. Sweater for me, socks for Landon. Did you knit them yourself? You told me Nona made those!” she asked, laughing again.Antonio sighed, clearly caught but smiling sheepishly. “Alright, you got me,” he admitted, his voice warm with affection. “Yes, I knitted them. Nona did teach me when I was younger, but I didn’t think you’d find out this way.”Valerie shook her head, her laughter subsiding, but the amusement still shining in her
Riley’s hands trembled as she fumbled with her seatbelt, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum that refused to slow.She hated flying—the closed-in space, the unnatural sensation of leaving the ground, the helplessness of it all. The moment the plane’s engines roared to life, a wave of anxiety crashed over her, threatening to pull her under. Her breathing quickened, shallow and erratic.River, sitting beside her, seemed oblivious at first, his expression unreadable as he stared straight ahead. He had that same detached look he always wore around her, like he couldn’t decide whether to keep his distance or be close.But then, without a word, she felt his hand on hers.It wasn’t much—just a simple touch, but the warmth of his skin against hers sent a shock through her, grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected. Riley glanced at him, startled. His face was still impassive, his eyes fixed forward, but his hand remained, firm and steady, wrapping around hers.“River…” she began.He
As they stepped out of the airport, the warm Italian sun caressed Riley’s skin. River’s hand rested on the small of her back as he guided her towards a sleek black car waiting at the curb.“Mr. Foster,” the driver greeted with a nod, opening the door for them.Riley slid into the luxurious leather seat, marveling at the spacious interior. River settled beside her, his presence both comforting and electrifying.Riley couldn’t help but gaze out the window in awe. Ancient ruins stood proudly amidst modern buildings, a testament to the city’s rich history. The vibrant colors of the buildings, the lively chatter of people in the streets, and the mouthwatering scents wafting from quaint cafes all combined to create an enchanting atmosphere.“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, turning to River with a radiant smile.He met her gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Never been, huh?”Riley felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She shook her head. “No. I’ve been to other countries in Europe, just not
The sun warmed River’s back as he walked through the narrow streets of Rome, Riley’s hand tucked safely in his. Her energy was infectious—her eyes wide as she absorbed everything around her, as if she had never seen a city before.He never met someone like her before. So full of…light.That’s what she was, and River realized that now. She was the light he didn’t think he needed in his life.She stopped every now and then, pointing out something he had already seen but pretended to be surprised for her. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth radiating in his chest when he looked at her cheerful face.It struck him how easily she found joy in the simplest moments, like the way she pointed at the architecture or shared stories about the gladiators.“Can you believe they used to fight lions in there?” she exclaimed, glancing back at him, her excitement infectious.River couldn’t help but smile a little at her enthusiasm. “Why are you so excited? Did you want to fight lions too?”“I think I’ll
“Have fun on your date.” That’s what he had said.Amy had been annoyed at him since then and refused to look him in the eyes for the rest of the day. And then it was time to go home.“Maybe I should ask Mom and Ben to drive me back to the apartment. No reason for you to drive all the way there,” Amy said when they were near his car.“I have every reason to,” Lucas barked.Amy blinked, taken aback by the sharpness in Lucas’s voice.She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. “Why are you being so weird about this? It’s just a ride home.”Lucas scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Because I brought you here, so I am taking you back. Since when have you had a problem accepting rides from me?”“Since you started acting like a jealous control freak,” she shot back, her irritation flaring.Lucas’s jaw tightened. “I’m not jealous.”Amy let out a dry laugh. “Right. So, what was all that about earlier? Telling me I can’t go on a date with Asa? Last I checked, you’re not my boyfr
Lucas couldn’t stop worrying about what Amy implied throughout dinner. He found himself stealing glances at her.Was she serious? Was she bored of him already? How could she already be bored? They had barely just started!When the meal finally ended, Lucas didn’t have the chance to get her to be alone with him again because Tiffany decided to pull her away from him. “What are you doing?” he growled without thinking.Tiffany arched a brow. “Relax, little brother. I just want to get to know Amy better. You did say she’s your girlfriend, right?” she teased, pulling Amy along before he could argue.Amy gave Lucas a nervous smile but didn’t resist as Tiffany led her away.Lucas clenched his jaw, watching them disappear into another part of the vineyard. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. This is ridiculous. He needed to talk to Amy. Now.Jacob chuckled beside him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re acting like a dog whose favorite toy was taken away.”Lucas shot him a glare.
Lucas waited until they were out of earshot of Amy before turning to Alicia.“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, glaring at her.“What do you mean?” Alicia asked innocently.Lucas sighed. “You know exactly what I meant, Alicia. Why are you being so rude to Amy? What is wrong with you?” he barked.“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with YOU? What are you doing, dating my stepsister, Lucas? I didn’t realize you’d play dirty just to get to me,” she said.Lucas stared at her. “Get to you?”Alicia crossed her arms. “You can deny it all you want, but I know you, Lucas. You don’t just accidentally end up with her, of all people. It’s a game, isn’t it? A way to—what? Get back at me? Make me jealous?”Okay, technically, she was right. This was supposed to be a game to get close to Alicia, but Lucas had no intention of doing that anymore. So all he could do now was to deny the accusation.“That’s actually insane, Alicia. You really think everything is about you, don’t you?” He took a step close
“Ah, Luke! Come on up, my boy,” Antonio Costello exclaimed jovially as Lucas led Amy and her family inside the building.Lucas grinned and stepped forward to shake Antonio Costello’s hand. The older man clapped him on the back.“Good to see you, Uncle Tony. Thank you for letting me bring some guests to tour your Vineyard,” Lucas said.Antonio waved a dismissive hand. “Nonsense, Lucas! You’re family. My home is your home.” His sharp eyes flickered over to Amy and the rest of the group. “And who do we have here?”Lucas placed a hand on Amy’s lower back. “This is Amy,” he said. “And this is her mother, Margaret, her stepfather, Benjamin, and…” His voice dipped just slightly. “Her stepsister, Alicia.”Antonio smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you all. The Vineyard here is one of my pride and joy. I can’t wait to show you all the true beauty of making wine.”Margaret clasped her hands together, clearly delighted. “That sounds wonderful, Antonio.”Antonio nodded. “Come, let’s not waste any
Amy kept pacing back and forth in her bedroom. Her room was tiny, so there wasn’t much room to pace, but she made it work. She had to think.“This is stupid,” she muttered under her breath. She touched the hem of her shirt—a shirt she had changed three times already.“Jeans and a blouse. Jeans. And. A. Blouse.” She spoke each word like a mantra. She looked at herself in the mirror and blew out a breath. It was a simple outfit, and she looked plain as usual. But who really cares? Lucas had seen her already, so it was not like she had to impress him.“Lucas may have that smoldering, infuriating knack for making me second-guess myself,” she acknowledged to her reflection, “but not today. Today, I am the epitome of casual indifference.” Besides, she was still kind of mad at him.Okay, maybe not mad. But irritated.She thought about Asa and how he asked her out. How would she break that to Lucas? He would go ballistic!But she had to admit…it was kind of nice to be wanted.“Let them fight
Lucas did not like Asa.Not at all.How could Amy choose to stay with him?Lucas ran a hand through his hair, breathing hard. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her and that asshole ever since he left his apartment, his blood boiling with jealousy.Another thought suddenly occurred to him. What if he had pushed Amy toward Asa even more by acting like a caveman back there?Stupid, stupid, stupid!Lucas gritted his teeth, pacing his living room like a caged animal. His fists clenched at his sides as frustration clawed at his insides.What the hell was wrong with him?He had been acting like a lunatic, snapping at Amy, throwing accusations, and now—now she was probably going to go out with Asa.His stomach twisted at the thought.What if Asa made her laugh? What if she actually liked him? What if she realized she didn’t need Lucas in her life anymore?His pulse pounded in his ears.This was his fault. He’d let his jealousy get the best of him, and now she was probably thinking he was a pos
“He is not going to come back in the morning and beat me up, is he?” Asa asked after Lucas stormed out, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.“I doubt that. He acts all tough, but he is just a giant teddy bear inside,” Amy said.Asa looked at her intently. “So, is he your boyfriend or what?”Amy bit her lower lip and shook her head. “No. He is not.”“Then why was he acting like a jealous boyfriend?” he asked." It’s…it’s complicated,” Amy said.Asa arched an eyebrow. “Complicated, huh? That’s just a fancy way of saying I have no idea what the hell is going on.”Amy groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Tell me about it.”Asa plopped down next to her, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Well, from what I gathered, he’s either in love with you, in deep denial, or on the verge of a mental breakdown.”Amy let out a tired laugh. “I hardly think he is in love with me, but the mental breakdown part might be true.”Asa took a thoughtful sip of his beer. “Whatever it is, I think y
“What do you mean you are coming over?”That’s what Amy said in the text, but he didn’t bother replying. Instead, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of his penthouse.His jaw was clenched, mind racing with thoughts of Amy staying at some other guy’s place—alone.Who the hell is Asa?The thought of her being in another man’s home was enough to make his blood boil.The moment the elevator doors opened, he strode toward his car, sliding into the driver’s seat with barely restrained fury. His fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel as he backed out and sped off toward her apartment complex.Why couldn’t she just call him? He would’ve picked her up and brought her to his place, Lucas thought.The thought of Amy choosing to stay with another guy instead of calling him made his grip on the wheel tightened. His jaw ticked as he switched lanes, weaving through traffic like a man on a mission.Why Asa? Why not him?By the time he reached her apartment complex, his patience wa
Amy groaned as she unlocked the door to her apartment, tossing her bag onto the couch before kicking off her shoes. Her feet ached, her back hurt, and all she wanted was a long, hot shower.She had to deal with the worst breed of customers today at the Diner.She sighed in relief as she padded toward the bathroom, already imagining the steamy water cascading down her skin. She turned the knob.Nothing.“What the hell?” she muttered, twisting the knob back and forth.Still nothing. No water.“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she cried out. Did she forget to pay the water bill? But it wasn’t due for another two weeks!Frustration bubbled inside her as she crouched down, inspecting the pipes beneath the sink. Maybe something was loose?Amy grabbed the wrench she kept under the sink for “just in case” situations and started messing with one of the valves.That was a mistake.With a loud crack, the pipe snapped, and suddenly, water exploded everywhere.“Ack! No, no, no—oh my god!” Amy shrieke